When the Grey Mist Lands

Nigma · 03-13-2014, 12:18 AM

The past can really take you back... But Irelands our native land

Above me, my son Abe is asking, pa pa, why’d you stay? You sat and
Lasted eight years to the day, in fact, Potato Famine taints your land
What Abe don’t grasp, theres ways which we could stay, adapt
Grew a kid of labour, trained to trap. Lay them down in blades of grass
Pray to get a great big catch and gazing at a family, hungry
And a gun goes bang, would scare them, couldn't take the chance
Our aims fantastic, barrelless, it’s arrows in our strained elastics
Drag it back for Mama who would bag the meat that's bad, then
Me and dad, as hunters, take the sack as bait to catch it’s mate
Maintain the stash we ate from, trait of man to take no glamour
Stacked beside the gate we had a paved-in patch to axe swing
And the blade would slash the oak tree at an angle, into fractions
I would take them to the stove so we could bake them into rations
Because Mama made the pasta dashed with basil, glazed in flax seed
But the ache still stabs me, damn, it takes me back, the seasons changing
No more people out this way, so the meals were samples, all occasions
It had seared your Grandma badly, she appeared so hollow, vacant
And one day, exhaustion takes her. Certain fact, her cheeks amazing
So we ate her, sadly, she was first to pass and she looked tasty…
But we made it, days grew happier, the pain was soothed away
And we grew a great potato crop, the same way that it used to be.
I married off a maiden, she got pregnant and produced you, Abe
You grew up raised to wait your turn, to stomach every vegetable
That sometimes they are scarce, so taste is nothing, its digestible
If nothing, it will rescue you from suffering, a lesson for what's coming
The men said plague is coming back, it’s stressful but it’s coming
I mentioned to your Mom that my repentance had been summoned
Cause my energy had plummeted, my mettles an encumbrance
So the day that I drew breathless she dissected me to eat, like deer
The reason that you're even here regretting what your teeth had pierced
You stand beside my tomb, alive, and grieving through a sea of tears
From underneath my grave I say these words I wish that he could hear

Nigma · 03-14-2014, 01:34 PM

Elevation

Nigma · 03-16-2014, 08:32 PM

me so hungy

Nigma · 03-25-2014, 06:19 PM

Starvin Marvin here bros

Just Write · 03-25-2014, 06:34 PM

This was cool, almost too many rhymes ahaha. I got stuck in a couple spots. Looked like you were just messin around with some different schemes and shit. Gotta be the first poem ive ever heard talking about flax seed lol. Why dont you sign up for the AWOL league man? I'd love to read your pieces if you participated. Anyways as far as this piece goes it was technically sound with perfect mechanics it was just the story itself that kind of bored me. Usually im all over your stuff though. Keep dropping. If you get a second to peep my latest id appreciate it also. Stay up bro

Nigma · 03-25-2014, 08:59 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Just Write

This was cool, almost too many rhymes ahaha. I got stuck in a couple spots. Looked like you were just messin around with some different schemes and shit. Gotta be the first poem ive ever heard talking about flax seed lol. Why dont you sign up for the AWOL league man? I'd love to read your pieces if you participated. Anyways as far as this piece goes it was technically sound with perfect mechanics it was just the story itself that kind of bored me. Usually im all over your stuff though. Keep dropping. If you get a second to peep my latest id appreciate it also. Stay up bro

Thank you for reading. I've opened the sign in thread several times to sign in but then I see the 'vote on battles before sign in' rule and say fuck that lol. Maybe I'll sign in for a week tho, don't think I have anything comin up

Sick · 03-25-2014, 09:23 PM

Stacked beside the gate we had a paved-in patch to axe swing
And the blade would slash the oak tree at an angle, into fractions
I would take them to the stove so we could bake them into rations
Because Mama made the pasta dashed with basil, glazed in flax seed

Dope

PancakeBrah · 03-25-2014, 10:04 PM

@Witty

Ghost1 · 03-25-2014, 10:15 PM

I stopped readong after.like 8bars cuz fuck ur history lesson tbcancer. Im trynna read sum gun bars an some brag schemes.

Fuckin history channel.meets maya blandgelou

Shit was wack

Foh

razor wayans damon blades · 03-26-2014, 10:52 AM

@Bags was this complicated?

HAHA!

i think this was cool, @Sick quoted the piece i liked. The essay type vibe i got from this turned me off in spots but the overall theme and message was greatly enjoyed. nice @Nigma

Ghost1 · 03-26-2014, 06:29 PM

Cool name

I invented u

Thats my joke.

Dickriding faggot.

Quote me where i said it was complex

Shits just boring as fuck

Fuck i wanna hear u rap about the potato famine in ireland for....lol...ok trill nye

Fig · 03-26-2014, 06:46 PM

@oats

Nigma · 03-26-2014, 09:51 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Bags

Cool name

I invented u

Thats my joke.

Dickriding faggot.

Quote me where i said it was complex

Shits just boring as fuck

Fuck i wanna hear u rap about the potato famine in ireland for....lol...ok trill nye

Everyone likes cannabilism tho.. THANKS FOR TRYIN MAN, we'll hook up on a gunz n schemes collab on the flipside.

Ty for reading ereyone

03-13-2014, 12:18 AM	#1
Nigma The COAT... Join Date: Jan 2013 Location: BC, Canada Posts: 1,724 Battle Record: 28-20 Champed - Art of Writing League (x3) Rep Power: 4595810	When the Grey Mist Lands The past can really take you back... But Irelands our native land Above me, my son Abe is asking, pa pa, why’d you stay? You sat and Lasted eight years to the day, in fact, Potato Famine taints your land What Abe don’t grasp, theres ways which we could stay, adapt Grew a kid of labour, trained to trap. Lay them down in blades of grass Pray to get a great big catch and gazing at a family, hungry And a gun goes bang, would scare them, couldn't take the chance Our aims fantastic, barrelless, it’s arrows in our strained elastics Drag it back for Mama who would bag the meat that's bad, then Me and dad, as hunters, take the sack as bait to catch it’s mate Maintain the stash we ate from, trait of man to take no glamour Stacked beside the gate we had a paved-in patch to axe swing And the blade would slash the oak tree at an angle, into fractions I would take them to the stove so we could bake them into rations Because Mama made the pasta dashed with basil, glazed in flax seed But the ache still stabs me, damn, it takes me back, the seasons changing No more people out this way, so the meals were samples, all occasions It had seared your Grandma badly, she appeared so hollow, vacant And one day, exhaustion takes her. Certain fact, her cheeks amazing So we ate her, sadly, she was first to pass and she looked tasty… But we made it, days grew happier, the pain was soothed away And we grew a great potato crop, the same way that it used to be. I married off a maiden, she got pregnant and produced you, Abe You grew up raised to wait your turn, to stomach every vegetable That sometimes they are scarce, so taste is nothing, its digestible If nothing, it will rescue you from suffering, a lesson for what's coming The men said plague is coming back, it’s stressful but it’s coming I mentioned to your Mom that my repentance had been summoned Cause my energy had plummeted, my mettles an encumbrance So the day that I drew breathless she dissected me to eat, like deer The reason that you're even here regretting what your teeth had pierced You stand beside my tomb, alive, and grieving through a sea of tears From underneath my grave I say these words I wish that he could hear __________________

03-14-2014, 01:34 PM	#2
Nigma The COAT... Join Date: Jan 2013 Location: BC, Canada Posts: 1,724 Battle Record: 28-20 Champed - Art of Writing League (x3) Rep Power: 4595810	Elevation __________________

03-16-2014, 08:32 PM	#3
Nigma The COAT... Join Date: Jan 2013 Location: BC, Canada Posts: 1,724 Battle Record: 28-20 Champed - Art of Writing League (x3) Rep Power: 4595810	me so hungy __________________

03-25-2014, 06:19 PM	#4
Nigma The COAT... Join Date: Jan 2013 Location: BC, Canada Posts: 1,724 Battle Record: 28-20 Champed - Art of Writing League (x3) Rep Power: 4595810	Starvin Marvin here bros __________________

03-25-2014, 06:34 PM	#5
Just Write Senior Member Join Date: Mar 2013 Posts: 1,709 Battle Record: 9-12 Rep Power: 4997614	This was cool, almost too many rhymes ahaha. I got stuck in a couple spots. Looked like you were just messin around with some different schemes and shit. Gotta be the first poem ive ever heard talking about flax seed lol. Why dont you sign up for the AWOL league man? I'd love to read your pieces if you participated. Anyways as far as this piece goes it was technically sound with perfect mechanics it was just the story itself that kind of bored me. Usually im all over your stuff though. Keep dropping. If you get a second to peep my latest id appreciate it also. Stay up bro __________________

03-25-2014, 09:23 PM	#7
Sick t00 0riginal 4 u Join Date: Jun 2013 Location: Just Write's mother's house Posts: 1,042 Battle Record: 7-1 Rep Power: 1837331	Stacked beside the gate we had a paved-in patch to axe swing And the blade would slash the oak tree at an angle, into fractions I would take them to the stove so we could bake them into rations Because Mama made the pasta dashed with basil, glazed in flax seed Dope

03-25-2014, 10:04 PM	#8
PancakeBrah SOBER Join Date: Jan 2013 Posts: 13,052 Battle Record: 2-5 Champed - AOWL Season 2 Rep Power: 85899406	@Witty __________________ If I ventured in the slipstream Between the viaducts of your dreams Where immobil steel rims crack And the ditch in the back road stop Could you find me?

03-26-2014, 10:52 AM	#10
razor wayans damon blades Member Join Date: Mar 2014 Posts: 43 Rep Power: 3501588	@Bags was this complicated? HAHA! i think this was cool, @Sick quoted the piece i liked. The essay type vibe i got from this turned me off in spots but the overall theme and message was greatly enjoyed. nice @Nigma

03-26-2014, 06:46 PM	#12
Fig Om Join Date: Jan 2013 Posts: 6,473 Battle Record: 8-16 Rep Power: 84181559	@oats __________________ BIRDHORSE 8-15